Make your way through mirrored hallsSee the boys with all their dollsA pretty maze, like candied streetsU feel a thrill when your eyes meetU pick the one with the feathered hairBut I´m the one that makes the boys stareThere´s a room, or so I´m toldWhere the DJ rocks and we don´t grow oldWould u like 2 take a ride?All u have 2 do is come inside